Lack of time, lack of stores
Lack of mind, a lack of soul
My time of dying came a week early
I could not resist the pain and the glory
Hey sister, are you ready?
They tell me “you’re the kind of guy who lost all the space, gained all the time”
They curse at your name, spit on your grave
Then tell their friends to do all the same
Questions asked, mellow tone
Plug the jack into your soul
On this sprawling double LP, the South African drummer leads his band through a series of mournful and vibrantly melodic spiritual jazz compositions. Bandcamp Album of the Day Jul 6, 2020